[She steps around the couch to sit down next to him, a beer in her hand. She was a little... concerned, about running into the skeleton, but strangely enough, he seems pretty damn mellow compared to the other things in Luceti that could scare her out of her skin.

Brook's not one of 'em. ~___~]

A possible end of the village and you're stranded sick on the couch. You have my condolences.

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How are you sick if you're just bones, anyway?